Thursday, February 25, 2010

Debbie Doubter ...

People who know me pretty well will tell you that just after I cross the 1/2 way point in anything, I start to second guess myself. I'm terrified of making a missed step, especially when it's costing me money - lots of money - and when I'm showing it all to you, my faithful and fantastic readers!

So tonight, as we were laying the rest of the tile - which I hate by the way - I started to second guess myself. The goal of doing these projects myself is to save money, but I want more than just a novice job in the process. I want something I can be proud of, and someone else could be happy with too. The last thing I want is someone to come in after us and say, Gee, what were they thinking? This floor has been the definite drama of the project.

It's pieced together by spots of glue - none of which are the same size - and the only way to get a completely accurate line is to take the whole sheet apart and lay the tiles individually. The bathroom is roughly 100 square feet, can you guess how long it'd take me to lay over 4000 tile the size of an oreo!?!?!?!? TOO LONG! And, even if I really wanted to be crazy and take them all apart, the house was built in 1923, apparently before levels or rulers existed.

So, to stop myself from making mistakes I wouldn't if I weren't stressed out and disappointed, I called it quits for tonight and will pick the trowel up where I left off in the morning. I tell you there are interesting quirks at every corner ... save yourself the headache if you're following my lead, SKIP this tile!